I hope that, when you forget everything,
the years settle softly on your skin,
like the quiet fall of autumn leaves,
like whispers of time that cradle you in their arms.
I hope you find peace in the stillness,
where the summer wind brushes against your face,
its touch an echo of the days we held dear—
days that felt eternal,
woven with warmth and light.
I hope the sea’s salt-kissed breeze
finds you again,
its touch a fleeting memory
of endless horizons
and laughter rising into the sky.
And when the silence wraps itself around you,
may the waves of our youth rise softly,
carrying whispers of everything we were,
of everything we loved.
I hope the scent of vanilla carries you
to the quiet corners of our laughter,
where time stood still,
and the world outside seemed
as distant as the stars.
Even if the melodies fade,
may the songs that once bound us together
linger in your soul—
not as fading echoes,
but as eternal whispers of a love
too deep to forget.
Even if your steps grow slower,
even if the years weigh heavy on your shoulders,
I hope the rhythm of our memories remains—
steady as the tide,
unbroken as the stars.
And when the world grows still,
may you feel me there—
not as a name you’ve forgotten,
but as a warmth
woven into the fabric of your soul.
Even if you cannot remember
the roads we walked,
the moments that shaped us,
will you still feel the echo of my love
in the quiet corners of your heart?
And when the years grow colder,
may you never forget this:
you were held by my love.
It carried you through the storms,
through every shadow and silence,
and it remains,
undimmed,
unchanged.
And when you forget everything,
I hope my smile lingers on your lips.
I hope my voice, soft as a breath,
still reaches your heart—
a quiet "I love you,"
a truth that refuses to fade.
Even if my memories turn to dust,
even if my name falls silent on your lips,
one truth will remain:
my love, vast as the ocean,
timeless as the stars,
will forever be yours.